Journals and essays from the life of a quintessential Englishman
1913-2006

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Thursday 15th April 1937

The most charming girl I saw today was the girl who interviewed me at my last call – a boat builder on Western Esplanade. Gloriously tall, with fair hair and blue eyes. Maturity instead of the usual girlishness. Who was she, the owner’s daughter or his secretary? She wore a ring on the third finger of the left hand but whether it was merely ornamental or donated bondage, I could not guess. Balsman’s report “…Am to call again next month”.